'The governor's pretty nearly breaking up the happy home,' Foxall alarmingly greeted him in the inquiry office.
'Oh!' said Henry with a very passable imitation of guilelessness. 'What's amiss?'
'He rang for you just after you went out at a quarter-past twelve.' Here Foxall glanced mischievously at the clock. 'He had his lunch sent in, and he's been raving ever since.'
'What did you tell him?'
'I told him you'd gone to lunch.'
'Did he say anything?'
'He asked whether you'd gone to Brighton for lunch. Krikey! He nearly sacked me! You know it's his golfing afternoon.'
'So it is. I'd forgotten,' Henry observed calmly.
Then he removed his hat and gloves, found his note-book and pencil, and strode forward to joust with the knight.
'Did you want to dictate letters, Sir George?' he asked, opening Sir George's door.